Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

4 December 2013

Look to this day


Look to this day,
The very life of life,
In its brief course lies all,
The realities and verities of existence,
The bliss of growth,
The splendor of action,
The glory of power.

For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.

But today well lived,
Makes every yesterday
A dream of happiness
And every tomorrow
A vision of hope.

Look well, therefore,
To this day.

     Sanskrit Proverb

4 August 2011

The Flood - Robert Frost

The Flood

Blood has been harder to dam back than water.
Just when we think we have it impounded safe
Behind new barrier walls (and let it chafe!),

It breaks away in some new kind of slaughter.
We choose to say it is let loose by the devil;
But power of blood itself releases blood.

It goes by might of being such a flood
Held high at so unnatural a level.

It will have outlet, brave and not so brave.
weapons of war and implements of peace
Are but the points at which it finds release.

And now it is once more the tidal wave
That when it has swept by leaves summits stained.
Oh, blood will out. It cannot be contained.

(From West Running Brook, 1949)